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“It’s cool,” I giggled, craning my head to look inside. Nice furniture littered in pizza boxes and Solo cups. Pretty much what I expected. “Is um… Sean there?”
“Yeah! Why, what’s up?”
“I was hoping to say hi or see if he… wanted to come hang out,” I smiled, sheepish as Travis’s mouth slowly formed into a big, scandalous “O.” God. I was flashing back to college, being in the dorms and having to encounter knowing looks from smug roommates. But it was kind of fun.
“Definitely. Right on…” Travis nodded, trying to mask his thorough surprise. “Clearly, I missed some shit,” he muttered with a grin before calling out, “Sean! Hey, Sean! Your girl’s here!”
I raked my grin between my teeth as I waited, feeling the kind of girly butterflies in my stomach that I thought just went away as you got older. Maybe it was appropriate that Sean reminded me of all my high school boyfriends – he made me feel like a teenager again. A tingle flurried up my spine as I heard his sneakered footsteps loping toward the front of the apartment.
But the second he got to the door, my stomach went cold. He looked at me with complete and utter confusion.
Because he wasn’t my Sean.
He wasn’t the boy I’d slept with a couple days ago. My Sean was tall and tan with black hair. This one was my height, dirty blonde and thoroughly freckled. I’d never seen him before in my life. “I’m sorry. I… when did we meet again?” He gripped his forehead, jogging his memory for a moment that I knew didn’t exist because suddenly, I had a very bad feeling – a hunch that I prayed to the God I’d fear again if he’d just please prove me to be utterly wrong.
“I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” I breathed, turning straight around to press my body into my door, keys shaking as I tried to rush into my apartment. The second I was in, I bolted toward my bedroom, in search of the laptop I so desperately needed for a Google search of recent pictures. But I dropped everything in my hands the second I shoved the door open.
Sitting on my bed was Sean.
A version of Sean. He looked completely different with his black hair shaven close to his skull. Instead of those bright, goofy tees, he wore a ripped black T-shirt and black jeans, his head cocked just so as he bore his dark eyes into mine. I flinched hard when he stood up, which made him smirk, that wide Joker smile compelling me to tremble in fear when days ago, it had me so thoroughly charmed. But as he stalked toward me with mirth and amusement, I realized that the wholesome persona had been just an act. A complete and utter lie.
I drew upon every last ounce of strength in my body to keep from collapsing.
“Your name isn’t Sean,” I hissed shakily as he backed me against the door. I forced myself to look him in the eye as he stood over me, transformed. He didn’t look like a skater anymore, he looked like a man escaped from prison. A snake that tricked, deceived and lurked in dark corners. He had seemed almost virginal the night that I slept with him. How could I possibly be standing in front of the same man?
He tilted his head at me with a chilling calm. “Now what makes you say that?”
Even the way he spoke had changed. His voice had gone from boyish to sinister. My throat twitched when his hand slid mine off the doorknob. I couldn’t find my words but when I did, they spilled out without control. “I just met Sean, the real Sean, so I know you’re not Sean.”
“You’re right, I’m not Sean,” he murmured, stepping in so close to me that our stomachs touched. “Which is a shame because I really liked the way you screamed his name the other night.”
Panicked tears sprung to my eyes and I squeezed them shut. A thick, viscous horror seeped through my veins as I realized my true and deep mistake – the massive error in judgment that was about to shatter my world if I got the reply I expected from the stranger looming over my body.
“What is your name?” I asked in a whisper. I kept my eyes closed as he answered, a wicked smile in his voice.
“My name is Jesse Toro.”
